Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.
Deep is the sea, and deep is hell, but pride mineth deeper; it is coiled as a poisonous worm about the foundations of the soul.
Confidence is conqueror of men; victorious both over them and in them; The iron will of one stout heart shall make a thousand quail; A feeble dwarf, dauntlessly resolved, will turn the tide of battle, And rally to a nobler strife the giants that had fled.
God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.
A man too careful of danger liveth in continual torment, But a cheerful expecter of the best hath a fountain of joy within him.
Hate furroweth the brow; and a man may frown till he hateth.
Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful.
Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure.
Love is the weapon which Omnipotence reserved to conquer rebel man when all the rest had failed. Reason he parries; fear he answers blow for blow; future interest he meets with present pleasure; but love, that sun against whose melting beams the winter cannot stand--that soft subliming slumber which wrestles down the giant, there is not one human being in a million, nor a thousand men in all earth's huge quintillion, whose clay heart is hardened against love.
Labour is good for a man, bracing up his energies to conquest, And without it life is dull, the man perceiving himself useless.
Many a beggar at the crossway, or gray-haired shepherd on the plain, hath more of the end of all wealth than hundreds who multiply the means.
A good book is the best of friends, the same today and for ever.
Travel is a ceaseless fount of surface education, But its wisdom will be simply superficial, if thou add not thoughts to things.
Well timed silence has more eloquence than speech.
Life is as the current spark on the miner's wheel of flints; While it spinneth, there is light; stop it, all is darkness.
Humility is the softening shadow before the stature of Excellence, And lieth lowly on the ground, beloved and lovely as the violet.
Law hath dominion over all things, over universal mind and matter; For there are reciprocities of rights, which no creature can gainsay.
Contend not in wisdom with a fool, for thy sense maketh much of his conceit; And some errors never would have thriven, had it not been for learned refutation.
If thou wilt think evil of thy neighbour, soon shalt thou have him for thy foe.
The pen has shaken nations.
To-morrow is that lamp upon the marsh, which a traveller never reacheth; To-morrow, the rainbow's cup, coveted prize of ignorance; To-morrow, the shifting anchorage, dangerous trust of manners; To-morrow, the wrecker's beacon, wily snare of the destroyer. Reconcile conviction with delay, and To-morrow is a fatal lie; Frighten resolutions into action, To-morrow is a wholesome truth.
Our cares are all To-day, our joys are all To-day; And in one little word, our life, what is it but--To-day?
There is not unmitigated ill in the sharpest of this world's sorrows; I touch not the sore of thy guilt; but of human griefs I counsel thee, Cast off the weakness of regret, and gird thee to redeem thy loss: Thou has gained, in the furnace of affliction, self-knowledge, patience and humility, And these be as precious ore, that waiteth the skill of the coiner: Despise not the blessings of adversity, nor the gain thou hast earned so hardly, And now thou hast drained the bitter, take heed that thou lose not the sweet.
Error is a hardy plant; it flourishes in every soil.
A spark is a little thing, yet it may kindle the world.
Blunted unto goodness is the heart which anger never stirreth, but that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve out evil.
Nature is the chart of God, mapping out all His attributes.
A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.
